Every church has its little rivalries. Ours just happened to be covered in meringue and whipped cream.

Sister Hattie and Sister Louise had been battling for banana pudding glory since VBS ’84, each swearing theirs was the Pastor’s favorite. After one too many potluck showdowns, I decided to settle the matter once and for all, with a cookie that carried all the flavor and none of the fuss.

Now don’t be shy. Come on in and find yourself a seat. We may not have matching chairs, but every one of them has held a story. There’s a casserole dish on the counter, a pound cake cooling by the window, and mercy, someone brought the good tea. You’re officially in the Fellowship Hall, the heart of Churchlady Bakes.